"I… I’m growing like the quickening hues
I… I’m telling darkness from lines on you
over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat!
all been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
home
we’re savage high
come
we finally cry
oh and we don it
because it’s right
Claire, I was too sore for sight
I… we’re sewing up through the latchet greens
I… un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
all been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning."
I… I’m telling darkness from lines on you
over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat!
all been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
home
we’re savage high
come
we finally cry
oh and we don it
because it’s right
Claire, I was too sore for sight
I… we’re sewing up through the latchet greens
I… un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
all been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning."
WASH (3.10)
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Ay ay ay ay pero qué me digas tú a mí eso que me he aprendido e idolatrado en una semana tu blog de memoria.
ResponderEliminarEmocionada me hallo.
Te admiro, mucho, muchísimo.
Gracias miles de :D